Tales of Me (As my insane self for an OC) #1

Hello, it's me, Goldham92 also known as Gold or Indy. But here I am Indy Goldham. I am sure you are wondering, "Why am I reading this?", well let me tell ya. During my travels (of course not in real life, but I am sure some of you know what I am talking about) at 18 years old, I had an accident in my life and became decapitated. "How I am alive?", you ask, well that I will get to in just a moment. My death was an accident, you know, natural disasters with wires and someone was careless at the time. Well, me at the time was eating a large size strawberry, and when I mean big, I mean like....*makes two fists and put them together* like that big, and plus I say "strawberry" is because it looked like one, but had like three colors to it; Red mostly, with little bit of orange and yellow from middle up. It reminded me of those berries from Crash Bandicoot, but I never knew what they were at the time...or if they really looked liked what I described.....heh heh *gives ya a embarrassed smile* -ahem- anyways.... after I ate it and I must it was without a doubt delicious, I hear shouting and when I turned to look what the commotion was about, the only thing I knew was that I watched everything around me spun and I see my body dropped to the ground....OK I am sure you want to know how I put my head back on, right? Well.....let's just say I had to practice moving my body around without my head on, and the guidance...and feel around for my head..... You get the idea? Good, I don't feel like showing you...and possible chance of you fainting right there on the spot....So here I am now as a guy in my twenties that is rich like no tomorrow, I meet a lot and get paid for it. Strange right? Well I get paid from $200 to....oh I don't know, one million for meeting certain people. Not something I mind doing, I mean, I like meeting new people don't get me wrong, but if you have to go to place to place, planet to planet (yes I mean that in a literal manner), things can be great, weird, or horribly wrong depending on what the situation is, and the person you meet. In this case, I meet pretty interesting characters, such as miss Ianna for an example. For a woman of her size, she can have such a temper. She really doesn't like me that well....Anyways....I also help a young Tree dragon and his siblings, Justin was the young kid I met first and after telling me about his parents wanted to kill him for being Satan's kid...in which he wasn't really, it was just they didn't read the New Testament...oh and I forgot to mentioned that all of them, Justin, his family, and his friend Kevin and his family, were from the year 1994....Somehow they jumped to this year, 20XX, well some how I had to make one of my homes like it was in the 90's and that was no easy task. For a while, Justin's folks came around to get the Twins. Oh yes, I juggled around with peace and that didn't work out too well. About a week later they came back again, and with Justin's intuitions from the Testament, they listened and Justin forgave them. Wow, my heart dropped at the time and I knew that I was going to miss him. Good hearted kid he was...for a tree dragon.....Now today, I meet a woman Alissa, a crimson long hair with huge natural...um... *gestures her breasts* that works to massage people, and who also happens to be a Succubus....I never met one that had flesh and couldn't kill me...Don't ask what I mean by that, trust me... Then I met her father, Jeff. Pretty cool guy that is a bartender and happens to be an Incubus. And there's Alissa's brother Damian. I don't know much about them well, but when I hang out with them again maybe I'll get to know the better. *Smiles* Now, I say this not to offend in anyway shape or form, just telling ya a story. Also, I hire my pal (OC) Rowen on some jobs with other people that didn't live near him in some occasions. I offered him a private jet but he turns it down. Not sure why.... Now I can't tell you where he lives, the only thing I can say is that he lives in Nevada and that's it.

So, down to today, I am blocked from writing, mostly because of my lack of imagination and running low on good materials. I want to become a good writer but it's hard sometimes. I wrote a few stories, mostly on what Rowen tells me, I mean yeah I asked him if I could write his stories and all, and he said "sure you can", with a tone. I wasn't too sure if he was sarcastic or not, but I wrote them anyways. I try not to bug him too much, he's good with a pistol and all, but Lord knows what he's got in stored for me.....wuusaa dude, wuusaa. Listen to Bob Marley every once in a while, will ya? -ahem- He's a good hearted man, don't look down on him for his decisions. He does what he thinks is best and he will do whatever he can to see it through. *Sips my coffee* So, here I am, telling you this random story about my life in the weird world. I might have more to tell you from my view, I might not. Who knows, maybe something good will come for me to get out of writer's block. Oh, I should have mentioned when I ate that weird fruit, I remembered that I have been shot, torn apart, and stabbed and here I am alive with no signs of a scratch. Though, I rub my neck every once in a while because it reminds me of my decapitation. On accident of course so no worries. Yes I do get in fights, but most of the time I do nothing but get my ass whooped... yeah I try to be less of a fighter so that's why if you go to one of my homes, I will have arms there to defend with. *taps my temple* keep that in mind. Well, I am going to cut this short for now, until next time. Ciao!

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